I travel a lot, but I rarely visit the places in my immediate area. Sharon, a co-worker, brought me to the old Frisco, Texas historic calaboose today.
It was the first Frisco jail. It was two cells, slightly built into the ground, and very basic. I had to squat down when inside, so it wasn't very tall.
Now it reeks of trash, has graffiti inside, and is crumbling, but it's nice that it's still there. I think I enjoyed my stay more than any of the prisoners did.
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